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  1. Negotiating Rough Water

    Tala listened to the Jedi in silence, head tilted slightly as they recounted the events from their perspective. She allowed Darth Verrin to do much of the talking, questioning the two in a manner that she could only count as fair. Her own silence was for a dual purpose - the first was to allow her to focus on the answers and the weave of the story they told, their emotions shifting with the telling, as did the emotions of the Bothan behind her. The secondary reason was much more for the effect of making certain that this investigation was seen as fair and unbiased, in order to avoid further complicating the issue later. Best of the Darth was seen to be the one to question the two acolytes, at least initially. There could be no claim of favouritism then. The other Knight’s reaction to the declaration of the two acolytes love came as no surprise, though Tala was careful to keep her own expression controlled. She was not here to chastigate them for their emotions - that would undoubtedly come later, and at the hands of their masters. Still, she was surprised to hear that the relationship had gone on for two years, and that they seemed so open about it. Tala had known Jedi with romantic interests and relationships, but it was usually a subtle thing - unspoken and discreet. Other than Green Jedi, of course, but neither of the acolytes seemed to be thus. Tala listened carefully as the two finished their recitation of the events - some details were vague enough to cast doubt on the entire situation, but she saw no sign that either of the pair were lying. Darth Verrin’s next question was directed at her, and Tala tilted her head slightly, studying the two young Jedi before her for a moment before she answered. “Do either of you remember when the first lightsaber was activated?” she asked calmly. “Not whose it was - we’ve already established that the memory of such is uncertain. But simply the time.” Both paused to think for a moment before slowly shaking their heads. The female had tear tracks streaming down her cheeks by now, and both seemed distraught. It was little wonder that neither had a clear memory of the events. “Very well. I would ask that you remove yourselves to the rear of the room, as to allow others the same measure of freedom you’ve had in speaking. I will speak with both of you afterwards in regard to other matters that have arisen here specific to the Jedi and not the situation,” Tala looked to the Darth with a tilt of her head in his direction, “for now we will remain focused on the matter at hand.” The two Sith acolytes had returned, and Tala took a small measure of milk in her caf before offering a nod of thanks to the two. She ignored the obvious distaste in their expressions, the looks becoming all the more disgruntled as they poured for the two young Jedi. Each gathered a hot cup of caf in their hands before standing and retreating as Tala had requested. Tala then turned her attention to the two Sith acolytes. “Have a seat, if you will,” she said, indicating the chair. “But give me a moment,” she inclined her head to the Darth as she rose, stepping away from the table and walking around the room, her steps slow and measured. She stepped outside, taking in the destruction as she moved, working to recreate the acolyte’s description in her mind. It was certainly the picture of chaos, and as yet nothing stood out to her as being false or fabricated. She returned to the inside, returning to her seat and taking a sip of caf. The intermission had allowed her to not only view the scene once more, but also served to allow the two Jedi acolytes to move to the back of the shop and give the two Sith the same measure of space to tell their side of the story. The two Sith had opted to remain standing, and Tala did not counter that choice - Darth Verrin might if he chose, but to Tala it made little difference whether they sat or stood. “Now… Tell us what happened, from your perspectives. One at a time, as much as possible,” Tala kept her own voice carefully neutral, aware of the tension in the room. The last thing she wanted was to set off a spark that would escalate this conflict further - or cause the Darth across from her to intervene in a more...permanent fashion. Neither of the acolytes seemed happy to be seated across from her, thought their fear of the Darth was apparently more than enough to keep them in check. "We were only-" Tala held up her hand to stop the sandy-haired one, shaking her head slightly. "We are not interested in a defense. Simply what happened, from your perspective." The dark haired one was silent a moment, before stepping forward. "We were in the marketplace, and saw those two... together," the word was sneered, and he shot a glance over his shoulder to clarify he meant the two jedi, as if there was any doubt. Tala kept her own expression nuetral, not following his line of sight and simply waiting until his attention turned back to herself and the Darth. When it did he hesitated a moment, before continuing. "We oonly pointed out the hypocrisy of their actions, and told them of the freedom of the Sith." He stopped there and Tala lifted one eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. "We're looking for the events. Not a summary," Tala instructed, her words patient, but firm.
  2. Negotiating Rough Water

    Once again, the shop descended into a series of miniature arguments, the emotions making Tala’s teeth ache with the intensity of them. So much anger and frustration, pain and shock, all made worse by the proximity of the two opposed factions and those caught between. It was almost dizzying, but Tala was careful to allow them to flow past her - acknowledged, but not adopted. It would do no good to have another emotionally challenged Jedi in this already challenging mix. There were already three, and that had gotten them nowhere. She was about to intervene once more when the Darth Verrin settled the matter. She winced slightly at his volume and the way the Force rushed past her, but it seemed effective so far at least. Still, she waited to see his next reaction, wondering if he would tip over the edge and turn this into an even worse situation than it was. A faster solution, by far. But not one she could simply stand by and allow. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be necessary for her to make a futile stand against the Darth, as he spoke again, introducing both himself and her, and setting things to some sense of order. The Bothan seemed unable - or unwilling- to answer Verrin, and Tala could hardly blame him. He had been through much today, and the Darth speaking to him was hardly going to set him at ease. Still, it surprised her slightly that Darth Verrin had thought to address him, and even more so that the Sith seemed willing to work this out to the root. His question was a simple one, but Tala held up one finger in answer before pulling out a fourth chair, setting it at the table, across from the empty one that Verrin had placed. She then crossed to the Bothan, her touch gentle as she took his uninjured arm. She could feel the pain and confusion rolling off of him in waves, all muffled by shock and fear. “You need not fear us,” she said simply, the words calm and soothing, compassion in every syllable. “We are here to aid you, not to cause further damage. Will you sit with us? It will ease the pain of your injury, and possibly allow us to finish this more quickly.” The Bothan stared at her for a long moment, not seeming to comprehend for a few seconds. Tala waited patiently, not pushing, her large eyes calm as she waited for his answer. Finally, the bothan offered a jerky nod. “My client-” “Enough, Van Buren,” Tala cut the lawyer off, her tone soft, but broking no argument. There was an edge to her voice that was apparently enough to carry her point, for the man fell silent. Tala led the Bothan to the chair she had pulled up, settling him in it gently before turning to the two Jedi, who still looked wide-eyed and shocked. The knight she ignored, still able to sense his frustration and even anger. “Bring a blanket, or something to wrap around him,” she ordered calmly. “He’s in shock, and I’d rather not make it worse. Bring something hot as well - strong caf, if you can manage it without another altercation.” The warning in her voice was clear, and the two Jedi nodded before moving to follow her requests. Only then did Tala settle into the seat Darth Verrin had pulled out for her, looking to him. “I think we need more answers,” she said by way of his earlier question. “Right now, we only have a jumbled series of events coloured by claims of innocence and accusations of guilt. Not to mention greed,” she gestured vaguely to the lawyer. “We need to find out exactly what happened. Then we can try to figure out some sort of recompense… However, I do think that our Bothan friend can be brought to the Jedi healers, no matter what our outcome. It may help to heal him of whatever trauma this day has brought him, as well as his physical injuries.” She fell silent as the two Jedi returned, one bearing a blanket that she carefully wrapped around the Bothan’s shoulders, and the other sliding a cup of strong caf before him. They stepped back, and Tala turned to the injured Bothan, taking his hands gently and curling them around the hot mug. His emotions were settling, which was a positive sign. She hoped that they might gain some insight by having him here when each story was told. Perhaps it could give them a glimpse into the truth. As it was, she felt a shift in the emotions of the Jedi around her. Pinpricks of remorse and realisation were beginning to manifest within the Jedi couple, something she had hoped might happen. The knight, however, was growing all the angrier. Tala pivoted in her own chair, settling back and gazing from face to face within the room. She had intentionally placed the Bothan behind herself and Darth Verrin, allowing him the comfort of not needing to look either of them in the face. Any kindness she could offer, she would. The Jedi had already failed him enough in one day. “Very well…” Tala spoke finally, lifting one brow pointedly and tilting her head. “Who is to go first? You will sit here, and you will tell us what happened. One by one. No interruptions, no support from others. Anyone who interrupts or tries to alter the story of the person who is talking will be dealt with. You will tell us the events as you remember them. Not as you believe we wish to hear them. Is that clear?” She earned a series of nods in response - some eager, others...less so. But none seemed willing to argue. No doubt noone wanted to test the Sith sitting across from her. Tala looked to Darth Verrin, lifting one brow in question. “I believe it would be wise to hear from those closest to the incident first. The Acolytes of both orders. Who do you wish to speak with to begin?”
  3. Negotiating Rough Water

    The street and shop themselves were nothing out of the ordinary. Not so shabby as to call attention to themselves, but neither were they opulent enough to spark curiosity. Simple, utilitarian. And surrounded by a wash of emotions that Tala could feel in the air. She didn’t even need to reach out the the Force to sense them - few were masked, and most were boiling over. This had been going on for a long time, then. Tala could only shake her head slightly, eyes sparkling with a mixture of irritation and disappointment at whatever Jedi had not only been a part of this to begin with, but those who had botched the intercession so royally. She noticed the way people parted from the Sith who accompanied her like water around a stone, desperate not to impede his path, and yet determined to look casual while doing so. She followed in his wake, her own steps unhurried, but determined. The Sith dropped to a knee before Darth Verrin as he entered, and Tala followed him into the shop a step behind. The Jedi offered a slight bow - deeper, from the padawans, and Tala offered a small nod of her head in response. The Knight ranked at the same level she did, and so the nod itself was enough to encompass all of them. The Knight was young, and Tala suddenly understood something more of the situation. Too young, really, to have had his pride tested and set aside. She herself was no aged master, but her experiences as a child had shaped her life along a different path. Already his posture stiffened as he took her in, and amusement flickered in Tala’s gaze as she waited for whatever he might say. He was, however, interrupted by the oldest of the three Sith. Tala turned slightly, pivoting so her attention was clearly fixed on the woman, one brow lifted as she listened. The whole thing turned into a cacophony of voices, debating and arguing, continuing on what must have already been a lengthy argument, with no progress made. Tala crossed her arms over her chest, listening with one brow raised. Her companion spoke, too low for them to hear, and the suggestion brought a slight smile to Tala’s lips. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping you,” she answered drily, gesturing towards the arguing parties. “Please.” Movement caught the corner of her eye and Tala turned, her senses already prickling as she picked up sudden spike anger and frustration. It would not have been surprising, coming from one of the Sith. But instead it came from the Jedi Knight, who had spun back to face her, stepping forward as if into a confrontation. Not one to waste time, then. Pity. She’d sort of been looking forward to seeing the effects of Darth Verrin’s proposed intervention. Tala lifted one eyebrow as the knight approached. He did not waste time with preamble, but apparently sought to lodge his complaint immediately, as well as undermine any attempts to alter his earlier suggestions for resolving this conflict. “Knight Vir. Perhaps your history makes this an...unwise position for you to fill.” The words were barbed, if subtly so. Still, she was surprised at the directness of the claim, delivered with no preamble. An interesting pivot and choice of enemy, as well. Unless he suspected that his own rendering of justice had been...skewed. Tala lifted one brow slowly, not bothering to keep a mask of serenity. She was simply not that kind of a Jedi. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against one of the support beams of the shop casually. It made the man before her look more than a little bit ridiculous, and they both knew it. “Perhaps,” she answered simply, the words slow and weighted. “Or perhaps another lesson is being taught. If even one with my 'history' might work side-by-side with a Sith,” she inclined her head to indicate Darth Verrin, headtails swaying slightly with the motion, “then surely those without it can as well. The fact it is unconventional does not automatically render it unwise.” It was a quiet rebuke, lacking bluff or bravado, but a rebuke nonetheless. The other knight fell silent, clearly displeased but lacking any further argument for the moment. Tala turned to Darth Verrin, her words low, but not a whisper either. Better to show them working together, than seem like she was hiding from the Sith. “I can only assume he is referring to the fact I was taken by a Sith cult when I was a Padawan, at the beginning of my apprenticeship,” she explained. There was no heat in her tone, no accusation. Merely an explanation. “I spent six months among them before a rescue was staged.” “There has been some doubt as to whether Knight Vir was able to leave all behind her,” the knight interjected once more, this time his tone holding more venom than before. No doubt he saw her presence as some sort of betrayal. A note that his choice in punishment had not been favourably received, and might soon be overturned. Tala sighed softly, turning her attention back to him. “I am here because I was asked to be. Any further debate of it simply wastes time. Something, I think, that has already been thoroughly accomplished. May we continue, or would you like to keep talking in circles? All of you.” There was a hardness in her words this time, an edge that dared him, or the others, to argue further. Her next were laced with a subtle sarcasm. “Your name would, perhaps, be a good place to start.”
  4. Negotiating Rough Water

    Tala listened to his explanation in silence, her own gaze calm as he followed his own sort of reasoning. She didn’t respond to his mention of more ‘expedient’ methods of solving the conflict, nor did she rebuke him for his own apparent desire to simply wipe out those involved and be done with it. He was not a Jedi. It would hardly be fair to hold him to the standards or belief system of one. Besides, she was here, and that meant that they could at least try to make some sense out of this particular mess. Working with a Sith Lord to try to keep peace between the two factions… Whose idea had it been to send her, she wondered? She was not entirely convinced it was a wise decision, given her past and the events that had shaped her early apprenticeship. That and her already unorthodox ways did not make her the most obvious choice to be paired with a Sith to try to forge peace, but… perhaps there was a piece to the puzzle she was simply missing. Or you were the only one available to lend a hand. A less flattering perspective, but also a likely one. In the end it did little good to dwell on the why. She was here, and she would need to pay close attention lest she misstep. A small smile did pull at her lips at his mention of it being difficult to predict which side a Sith Lord might come down on when it came to punishment. “So, too, a Jedi Knight it would seem,” she mused quietly. She herself was rather determined to find out which of her own order thought that the farce of justice they were playing out was helpful to any agenda, except perhaps one to cause even greater strife within already dangerously tense relationships. Whoever it was, she was determined to have a few words with them. Still, she listened to the Sith, nodding slightly at his point of defending oneself. “In this case…” she shook her head. “I believe you might be right. It is difficult for a debate of moral codes to turn into a brawl that costs a bystander their hand if only one side was committed to the argument. Or its descent into something more forceful than words alone.” She laughed slightly in response to his last question, the sound wry. “Hardly. I’m not a politician, Darth Verrin. Nor am I a negotiator, except those times it is asked of me. But it is not my specialty, and usually better handed to one whose it is. I’d rather be in the trenches with my boots on the ground than forging the way with words and diplomacy. I am…” she tilted her head, and this time the humour in her gaze and voice was self-directed. “Not always the most tactful. Or orthodox. Not usually very helpful in a case where Jedi have been asked to mediate, but…” she lifted one shoulder in a shrug, the humour still in her gaze. “I suppose we’ll have to see what we can make of this particular tangle.” Their speeder-cab drew to a halt and Tala exited, taking in their surroundings as she waited for her companion.
  5. Negotiating Rough Water

    Tala chose to allow the comment about law and order in the galaxy to slide, recognising it was not a battle worth fighting, and likely bait besides. She was not tasked with trying to force a level of understanding between Jedi and Sith, and to try to do so would likely only cause the friction between the two factions to grow, not lessen. Better to choose her battles, than fight every one that came her way simply because she could. “Just Tala,” she corrected, tilting her head slightly. It was a casual address, but she had never liked the ceremony of being referred to by titles or her last name. She preferred the more straightforward use of her first name. He, however, seemed to have a different preference. My lord… The words sent a sliver of unease through her, a whispered echo of her life so many years ago. Tala closed her eyes briefly, not ignoring the feeling, but facing it. That was no longer her life. Who she was had shifted in those months, but they were not a chain about her throat to lead her down a path she did not choose. And she would choose to work through this, step by step, no matter how many times it rose up in her mind to mock her. She opened her eyes once more, taking a slow breath and offering a simple nod in response. “Darth Verrin, then,” she said simply. Argument would be pointless, and petty besides. He had given a name, and that was enough. She fell into step with the Sith, sliding into the speeder-cab as it arrived. She settled in to listen to the summary of why they were here, and what their task was. She felt her brows lifting as Darth Verrin explained the situation, surprised despite herself. She had hardly expected something simple, but this...twisted and turned in its own right, a tale that seemed to have more to it than was on the surface. Tala’s eyes had narrowed as the Sith described the altercation, and she stiffened as the proposed punishments were listed off. As much as she disliked the idea of siding with a Sith, she could hardly disagree with his assessment. “Whoever the Knight is that suggested the… punishments,” there was a slight twist to the word, an acknowledgement that the tables were far from even, “Is playing a fool. Meditation, public service… Yes, they’re meant to be a part of a Jedi’s lifestyle, not something unique or deserving of being called discipline for even smaller misdeeds. And even the most removed of sentencers could not truly believe that it was equal to the punishment of losing a hand and paying damages,” she shook her head slowly, brow still furrowed in thought. “To do so would only escalate conflict here, not to mention being a farce of justice. And, at least as I see it, it would be a slap in the face to the bystander who lost more than just a few hours of their time. Such harm is worth more than a few hours of meditation and public service.” It may not have been wise to speak such in front of a Sith, but they were meant to be allies. Working together, at least here and now. And it was not her way to make defenses for those in the wrong, simply because they ascribed to a particular creed or code. Even if they were Jedi. Tala shook her head, brow furrowed in thought. “It matters little who was right in defending their code and who was wrong,” she mused slowly, turning the Sith’s words over in her mind as she considered, dismissing that line of enquiry almost before she arrived at it. That would be a tangled mess neither of them could resolve, no matter the time they had. “If that were the issue, we’d be doomed from the start. Thousands of years of conflict haven’t resolved those differences, a few months of being allied won’t either. But that is not the problem, is it? It is one thing to debate philosophies, and disagree. But there were injuries, damage to property of those who had nothing to do with either side except to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. One time is bad enough, especially for those involved. But multiple altercations like this, and we could find ourselves pitted against the inhabitants here... What does the politician think? The one representing the Bothan,” she tilted her head, studying the Sith across from her as she did so. “And what are your thoughts, Darth Verrin?”
  6. Poniard Spacedock Offices

    Tala had to admit, this was not the way she’d expected the conversation to progress. Her injuries twinged slightly as she shifted her weight, listening to his words and analysing them. She tilted her head, his emotions washing over her both through the Force and her own senses. A mixture that was as strong as it was intriguing, still she forced her own mind to step back, if only to avoid seeming like she was probing him. She could not, however, shut off her more natural senses, and so his emotions still crashed over her like waves upon the shore, telling a story all their own. She did earn a spark of humour with her return, and she felt an answering lift to the corner of her own lips in reply. Good. That was better than immediate fury. She heard the challenge in his next words, and she lifted one brow at him, crossing her arms and settling back to lean against the wall. This was turning into quite the rollercoaster of twisting words and intentions. Not unexpected, taking into account each of their… professions. But still a bit dizzying. “I have yet to see any reason it might not be,” she pointed out wryly in response. “Unless, of course, you have something else in mind?” It was another counter, another question asked to make a point, and she allowed it to hang between them. He was older than her, likely far more powerful, but she wasn’t going to allow him to twist and turn the conversation to meet his own demands, his own questions flung like daggers. There was such hostility there, such suspicion. But is yours any better? She found herself wondering. Memories of the past threatened to bleed into the present, and she took a slow, even breath. Such events should not be allowed here, not now. To do so would cloud her judgement, allow only what she thought was true to colour the conversation, rather than that actual case at hand. His eyes were closed, and she could only guess that he was reigning in his temper, and she took the moment to compose her own thoughts into some sense of order. He went on to explain their purpose - a negotiation that dealt with some sort of altercation between Jedi and Sith sectors of the settlement. He, however, did not seem overly pleased with the fact he’d been tasked with bringing her along. The hostility had returned to his words, as had something she might label contempt if she knew him well enough to be certain. She traced the flimsi with her gaze as it fluttered to the floor in a flurry, twisting before landing and sliding a few centimeters. "If negotiations are not your thing... or working with a Sith an issue for you... then I can simply show you the way to your district, and put you in touch with your people so that you can continue your life's goal of ridding the galaxy of those evil, dark, monstrous Sith.” She was silent a moment, not rising to the baiting words, or answering the anger in his tone with justifications that would mean nothing. He did not know her, or her methods, or anything about her past and her history. Her words, be they assurances or protests, lacked any weight. Weight that could only be granted through trust or at least some shred of understanding. He was presented instead with a Jedi - plain and simple. Just as she was presented with a Sith. She had her own poor memories of his order - it only made sense that he, too, would have reasons for disliking the Jedi. Sometimes she did herself, depending on who she was speaking with at the time. She was not exactly conventional herself, and that did not always sit well with other Jedi. The entire situation was a difficult one, she was willing to admit that immediately. In the past she would never have considered allying with a Sith. He wasn't wrong in that their ideology was a stark contrast to her own, neither one able to accept the other. And her time amongst the Sith cult had left its scars, memories that had never fully faded, stronger now that she could feel the darkness around her, present within their Sith allies. It set her on edge, and she knew it. But right now, things were different. The Republic was murdering in the name of peace, suppressing people, worlds, systems... all for a cause that they called justice, but was merely revenge wrapped up and playing a role. That was where the true darkness lay. When she did answer, her words were calm but thoughtful, and there was still that hint of humour in her voice. She’d never been much of one for masks or the stoicism so many Jedi had perfected. It had never sit well with her, and so like with many things, she had struck her own path. “I’ve worked as a negotiator before,” she said simply, nodding slightly. “I’m happy to help however I can. As for working with a Sith... “ she shrugged lightly, and humour glinted in her eyes. “So long as you don’t sell me to a cult or stick a lightsaber in my skull, I think I can manage to take a break from whatever galaxy-wide purge I’m apparently working towards. It sounds like if I don’t, one side or another will feel as if there was bias involved. Seems a foolish thing to allow to happen when it’s easily prevented.” She lifted a brow at him pointedly. “Of course, that’s only if you think you can avoid trying to eclipse the light and plunge the galaxy into eternal shadow, murder, and mayhem,” she tilted her head, unable to avoid the smile that quirked the corner of her lip up. “At least for a little while.”
  7. Poniard Spacedock Offices

    Tala became aware of an approaching presence, her senses niggling at her from within her meditation. A Sith, by the feel of it. Not surprising, and yet she felt how her muscles wanted to tense, the way her mind tried to instantly pull away from the stillness of meditation. Instinct mingling with learned reflex, with the shadows and ghosts of memory adding their voice to the sudden urge. Any other time, and she would have immediately been on the defensive. Any other time.. But for the peace. Tala let her breath out slowly, easing her mind back to her meditation, forcing her muscles to relax. Awareness of the Sith’s presence was enough, for now. If circumstances changed, she would at least have time to react. She highly doubted they would, but… caution was a hard thing to shed. “You know, they put seats in this room for a reason.” The footsteps had stopped before her, and Tala opened her eyes slowly, faint humour flickering in their depths as she looked up at the Sith who stood above her. And interesting opening, and admittedly not one she had expected. He was dressed in black robes, simple and practical. Even his boots were spartan in nature, the type that could cover any type of terrain and still look much the same. Versatile. He carried a lightsaber, but that was unsurprising. What did intrigue her were the ornate gauntlets he wore, a stark contrast to the otherwise utilitarian outfit he wore. Paired with the glimpse of the earring in his left ear, Tala found herself both curious and cautious of the zabrak. His purple-toned skin, covered in tattoos, was the final piece in an interesting portrait, one that seemed… frustrated, almost, to be here. He glanced at a set of flimsi in his hands. “Are you the Jedi, Tala Vir?” A moment later the question was followed by a second. “Nautolan?” She wasn’t sure, but she thought she sensed some hesitation in the question. Odd. “Not overly comfortable ones,” she answered instead, her tone light. “The floor at least doesn’t pretend to be anything other than mildly uncomfortable. And yes, I’m Tala.” The answer was simple enough, but then so was the question.She found herself still having to suppress the urge to make a defensive move, or at the very least rest her hand on her lightsaber. It would be so easy, to assume a hostile intention. Her training and experiences were at odds with this new peace. She found herself having to consciously instill calm within herself, something she hadn’t needed to do for a very long time. But then how long had it been since a Sith loomed over her, asking questions? The stone pendant around her neck felt heavier, a reminder of the past. She blinked, forcing her mind back to the present, and the very questions that had been asked. “Nautolan,” she confirmed, a faint dryness slipping into her tone. She would have thought her race obvious enough. “Zabrak?” Tala rose to her feet smoothly as she answered, ignoring the way her injuries twinged in protest, humour glinting in her large eyes. Whether he picked it up in the retort was yet to be seen, but it hung between them. Not a rebuke, not quite, but there was an edge there. A slight comment to the odd question, as well as the abruptness of it. She herself stood in stark contrast to the Sith. Where he was dressed in black, she herself was clothed in neutral tones. The only splash of colour on her person was the red sash at her waist, where the first of her two lightsabers hung, and the bands of the same colour that wrapped around the pieces of cloth around her arms and upper legs, an additional layer of protection atop the simple brown trousers and cream coloured tunic she wore. Added to that were a simple pair of sturdy leather boots, and the lightsaber tucked away at the small of her back. Her most distinctive features were those that labeled her as Nautolan - the headtails with a gradient of colours from a reddish-purple to a light green and back, with simple patterns along each. Her skin tone was a light green, fading to the deep red in spots, but overall not as strongly pigmented as many of her kind. There were faint discolorations around her left cheekbone and her throat, matched by more that were hidden beneath her clothing. Each a quiet testimony to further injuries, not all healed by the kolto treatments. Even their heights were offset, though not as drastically as the other differences between them. The zabrak stood a good few inches taller than her. She was thin and leanly muscled as well, granting her no extra bulk against the Sith who stood before her. But something about him caused instinct to urge caution in her mind. He was not young, and that alone spoke volumes. The Sith were not a culture that had many live past their youth. “...Is it always so strange?” Tala asked finally, that glint of humour back in her voice, paired with something deeper. She tilted her head slightly, headtails swaying with the motion. “Coming face to face with someone who would have once been an enemy but is now an ally?” This was going to be difficult. She could feel past memories pushing against her inner mind, trying to assert themselves over the present. She could almost feel the cold air of the caves, hear the rough voices of the leaders of the Sith cult. She'd known this would be hard, that it would bring back memories. She just hadn't expected them to be so tenacious. Still, she pushed them aside once more, choosing not to dwell on them. She could only imagine what he must be thinking. Was it similar to her own thoughts? She wondered if there memories of his own that were rising to the surface, brought back into his mind's focus with the sudden change in definitions of who was an enemy and who was an ally.
  8. Poniard Spacedock Offices

    The glass was cool against her fingertips, the muffled sounds of the medical bay soft through the barrier of the tank. It was...peaceful here, removed almost. As if the galaxy had distanced itself from her, allowing her a moment of freedom, away from the pain and joy, hope and despair, the ever-changing faces of emotion and life itself. It was a moment of silence, calm and cool, like the glass her fingertips pressed against. But the moment didn’t last long. A gentle tink tink on the glass alerted her to one of the orderlies, followed by the crackle of the speaker embedded within the kolto tank. Tala’s eyes opened and she looked out, taking in the visuals of what her senses had been informing her of before. “We’ll be landing at the spacedock soon,” the orderly was saying. “If we bring you out now, you should be ready to disembark as soon as we’ve docked.” Tala nodded in reply, the kolto already beginning to drain from the tank. She waited patiently for the process to complete, her bare feet settling on the floor of the tank not much later. The tube retracted once the last of the liquid was drained, allowing her to step down from the formerly enclosed platform. She dressed quickly, though not hurriedly, settling her lightsabers back into place after she’d tied her sash back around her waist. The stone pendant around her neck hung cool and damp against her skin - she’d not taken it off for the treatment itself. The rest of the process was the same as usual, and Tala exited the ship with little enough fuss. The inspection of herself and her belongings was simple enough in its own right, though the soldiers looked nervous as they asked to see her lightsabers. She offered them without a word, aware that she could easily take them back should something go wrong. But the process was straightforward, and the inspection itself was both quick and efficient. Tala remained quiet throughout, taking her lightsabers back without a word as they were presented, attaching them to their usual places. The rest of the inspection was smooth and uneventful, with Tala answering the occasional question in her usual way. Her body was sore, muscles complaining from the inactivity they’d received while she had been going through kolto treatments, plunged now into immediate movement with no time for adjustment between. Still, Tala hid the discomfort easily, simply awaiting the end of the inspections. Impatience would serve no one here, and would only cause frustration on all sides. As it was, she was given instructions for where to go next, and the guards moved off. Tala began to make her way to the next stop, taking in the station as she did so. Her movements were slower than normal, her body protesting movement despite the kolto treatment that had soothed the vast majority of her injuries. Still, she could feel the pain beneath the surface, waiting for an opportunity to make itself known once more. Tala let out a slow breath, pushing the sensation aside as she did so, releasing it even as she continued forward. She was not in any danger of dropping dead on the duracrete floors of the station, nor was she so injured as to impair her progress towards the turbolifts. She’d had enough time within the medical bay to treat the worst of her injuries, as well as allow her time to clear her mind and center herself once more. Tiredness stalked her footsteps, but it was held at bay. Tala made her way through the station, keeping her senses narrowed to only the immediate area around her. She had no desire to brush her mind up against any of the Sith who were present on the station - while the peace had lasted so far, there was no sense in testing its limits. Better to keep her mind and senses to herself, as much as possible. Still, the ebb and flow of emotions around her was unmistakable. Hope and tension, stress and tedium. All expected in a situation like this. Jedi, Sith, working together, living on the same planet, occupying the same spaces. She herself would not have believed it even as little as a few months ago. But reality had changed, and the Force flowed in ways few could predict. Her thoughts were cut short as she arrived at a small desk, manned by a droid that took her name and pointed her towards an office further down the hall. Tala thanked the machine, stepping quietly into the room she’d been pointed towards. She found herself facing a multi-armed robot, who greeted her cheerfully. A small smile touched Tala’s lips as the droid rattled on, humour reflected in her eyes. She took the datapad the droid offered, her quiet mirth growing as the droid’s eccentricities continued to compound. “Tala Vir,” she answered mildly, holding out one hand for the droid to take a blood sample as its questions continued. “Jedi knight.” The droid took the information, before swiveling in its chair to look at her, nodding happily. Tala couldn’t help the small smile that ghosted across her lips, even as the droid gave her instructions to wait in the hall outside. She left the room as quietly as she’d entered, settling herself in the hallway, careful to choose a spot she would not be in the way. She settled herself onto the floor, closing her eyes and turning her mind inwards. Seeking stillness. Her senses she continued to avoid stretching out, instead turning her mind and her focus away from the spacedock around her. She would sense any approach unless it was made with deliberate stealth, but she was not actively searching. She allowed herself to fall into a light mediation, easing her mind away from the turmoil of events that had brought this station into being. One step at a time, Tala. One step at a time.
  9. Tala Vir

    Name: Tala Vir Gender: Female Species: Nautolan Rank: Jedi Knight DOB: 3654 (Current age 26) Appearance: Standing at the height of 5’8, Tala weighs approximately 145 pounds. Though she is fairly slim, she’s leanly muscled and quick on her feet. She typically wears neutral colors, with the exception of a dark red sash around her waist. Her skintone ranges from light greens to deep reds and purples, with markings along her headtails in alternating colours. She carries two sabers, one hanging casually at her side, and the other less noticeably secured at the small of her back. She wears a simple pendant beneath her robes - a small stone worn smooth from years. Possessions: Amber-bladed lightsaber Green-bladed lightsaber Jedi Robes Quarters within the Jedi sector Personality: Tala tends to be a quiet presence, even in the midst of crisis. Her strength lies within her connection to others, and so she is often found giving support to those in need. Known for being discreet, Tala is someone whom secrets are entrusted to with little fear of their revelation. An empathetic teacher, Tala has yet to take on a Padawan as she believes she herself still has far too much to learn. Tala holds a strong connection to the Living Force. This has often led her to make unconventional choices and friendships, as well as strong bonds with others. She is a quiet sort of leader, a trait she has possessed since childhood. She has no desire to be within the spotlight, and is more than happy to allow others to lead in place of her. She will step up when needed, but will just as easily step aside for those more qualified. Both gentle and fierce, she is a defender by nature and will step in front of others to take a blow even if she has not earned it. This has led her to be both a skilled fighter and negotiator, though she is not easily provoked. However she will be the first to stand at a friend’s side, no matter the odds. While quiet and oftentimes reserved around others, those she knows well can attest to a warm nature and a quick sense of humour. Skills, Abilities, and Talents: Being Nautolan, Tala can not only breathe underwater as easily as above, but is able to see well in low light as well as detect and analyse the chemical signatures of others, thus allowing her to more effectively sense and interpret the emotions of those around her. Due to events in her past, Tala has chosen to focus on her own martial training, in order to help control her Force Abilities and best turn her protective nature and defense of others to use. As such, she’s focused more on the role of a protector, turning her attention to Lightsaber combat and martial prowess. While she is fairly skilled with the Force, she relies on it mostly for her senses, leaving more advanced techniques to those whose affinity differs from her own. Her specialty is with dual lightsabers, though she has also spent a significant amount of time training with a single blade to keep her options as open as possible. Tala prefers to be at the centre of conflict and on the ground, even when it means giving up a position of command. She acts on instinct and the promptings of the Force, making her an unconventional fighter. Paired with her strong connections to others and her often contrary standpoints, this has caused her to be known as a bit of a maverick.. Past: Tala’s Force Sensitivity manifested at a young age, and her parents alerted the Republic. She was taken in by the Jedi from her youth, and apprenticed at the age of eleven. Her life had been fairly straight-forward up to that point, with no remarkable differences between herself and other younglings. The only qualities that set her apart was her tendency to listen quietly and gather information from her senses before speaking up, as well as her strong empathy for others. She proved to be something of a quiet leader amongst her peers, though it was never a role she actively sought. At the age of twelve, while on a mission with her Master, Tala was captured by members of a Sith cult. She was taken off-world and found herself fighting for survival in a situation well outside of her control or experience. She was placed with a group of other forced recruits, all of whom were Force-Sensitive. She spent a number of months shuffled from place to place along with the others like her. This proved to be a catalyst for the young Padawan as she came face-to-face with the darkest parts of herself and fear unlike what she’d ever faced. Many times she was tempted to give in and take the easier path. However Tala managed to stay firmly in the Light. Tala was rescued from the cult six months later by a Jedi strike-force that included her Master. During the chaos, Tala found herself pitted against one of the older initiates who was tasked with being certain the Jedi gained as little as possible from the rescue. Tala sought to defend herself and one other captive with the Force, shoving him away in hopes of buying time. Not fully trained and unknowing of her own abilities, Tala’s strength was beyond what she intended, killing the boy instantly. Her Master found her in the chamber, distraught and with the death she had caused. This event proved to be a formative moment in Tala’s life and personality, driving her to train to master her own abilities, as well as giving her a strong respect for life. While she has taken many lives since, each weighs upon her, and it is a decision she never makes lightly. Tala wears a simple pendant beneath her robes, a stone from the cavern which the fateful encounter took place within. She carries it with her as a gentle reminder of the weight of her choices. She completed her apprenticeship at the age of 22, moving from her apprenticeship to become a Knight. Stats: Strength - C Agility - A Perception - B Endurance - A Willpower - B
  10. Tala Vir - Approved

    Name: Tala Vir Gender: Female Species: Nautolan Rank: Jedi Knight DOB: 3654 (Current age 26) Appearance: Standing at the height of 5’8, Tala weighs approximately 145 pounds. Though she is fairly slim, she’s leanly muscled and quick on her feet. She typically wears neutral colors, with the exception of a dark red sash around her waist. Her skintone ranges from light greens to deep reds and purples, with markings along her headtails in alternating colours. She carries two sabers, one hanging casually at her side, and the other less noticeably secured at the small of her back. She wears a simple pendant beneath her robes - a small stone worn smooth from years. Possessions: Amber-bladed lightsaber Green-bladed lightsaber Jedi Robes Quarters within the Jedi sector Personality: Tala tends to be a quiet presence, even in the midst of crisis. Her strength lies within her connection to others, and so she is often found giving support to those in need. Known for being discreet, Tala is someone whom secrets are entrusted to with little fear of their revelation. An empathetic teacher, Tala has yet to take on a Padawan as she believes she herself still has far too much to learn. Tala holds a strong connection to the Living Force. This has often led her to make unconventional choices and friendships, as well as strong bonds with others. She is a quiet sort of leader, a trait she has possessed since childhood. She has no desire to be within the spotlight, and is more than happy to allow others to lead in place of her. She will step up when needed, but will just as easily step aside for those more qualified. Both gentle and fierce, she is a defender by nature and will step in front of others to take a blow even if she has not earned it. This has led her to be both a skilled fighter and negotiator, though she is not easily provoked. However she will be the first to stand at a friend’s side, no matter the odds. While quiet and oftentimes reserved around others, those she knows well can attest to a warm nature and a quick sense of humour. Skills, Abilities, and Talents: Being Nautolan, Tala can not only breathe underwater as easily as above, but is able to see well in low light as well as detect and analyse the chemical signatures of others, thus allowing her to more effectively sense and interpret the emotions of those around her. Due to events in her past, Tala has chosen to focus on her own martial training, in order to help control her Force Abilities and best turn her protective nature and defense of others to use. As such, she’s focused more on the role of a protector, turning her attention to Lightsaber combat and martial prowess. While she is fairly skilled with the Force, she relies on it mostly for her senses, leaving more advanced techniques to those whose affinity differs from her own. Her specialty is with dual lightsabers, though she has also spent a significant amount of time training with a single blade to keep her options as open as possible. Tala prefers to be at the centre of conflict and on the ground, even when it means giving up a position of command. She acts on instinct and the promptings of the Force, making her an unconventional fighter. Paired with her strong connections to others and her often contrary standpoints, this has caused her to be known as a bit of a maverick.. Past: Tala’s Force Sensitivity manifested at a young age, and her parents alerted the Republic. She was taken in by the Jedi from her youth, and apprenticed at the age of eleven. Her life had been fairly straight-forward up to that point, with no remarkable differences between herself and other younglings. The only qualities that set her apart was her tendency to listen quietly and gather information from her senses before speaking up, as well as her strong empathy for others. She proved to be something of a quiet leader amongst her peers, though it was never a role she actively sought. At the age of twelve, while on a mission with her Master, Tala was captured by members of a Sith cult. She was taken off-world and found herself fighting for survival in a situation well outside of her control or experience. She was placed with a group of other forced recruits, all of whom were Force-Sensitive. She spent a number of months shuffled from place to place along with the others like her. This proved to be a catalyst for the young Padawan as she came face-to-face with the darkest parts of herself and fear unlike what she’d ever faced. Many times she was tempted to give in and take the easier path. However Tala managed to stay firmly in the Light. Tala was rescued from the cult six months later by a Jedi strike-force that included her Master. During the chaos, Tala found herself pitted against one of the older initiates who was tasked with being certain the Jedi gained as little as possible from the rescue. Tala sought to defend herself and one other captive with the Force, shoving him away in hopes of buying time. Not fully trained and unknowing of her own abilities, Tala’s strength was beyond what she intended, killing the boy instantly. Her Master found her in the chamber, distraught and with the death she had caused. This event proved to be a formative moment in Tala’s life and personality, driving her to train to master her own abilities, as well as giving her a strong respect for life. While she has taken many lives since, each weighs upon her, and it is a decision she never makes lightly. Tala wears a simple pendant beneath her robes, a stone from the cavern which the fateful encounter took place within. She carries it with her as a gentle reminder of the weight of her choices. She completed her apprenticeship at the age of 22, moving from her apprenticeship to become a Knight. Stats: Strength - C Agility - A Perception - B Endurance - A Willpower - B
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